daggersandsparksā:
She didnāt let the painted smile falter, despite the surge of annoyance that came upon her. She wondered if he wore a chainmail hood under that helmet to protect a knife from slipping between the crevice there. Perhaps aiming for his thighs would be easier? They certainly looked less protected and there was that artery andā She had no intention of getting that close anyway and sheād been staring. She didnāt look away, even as she folded the papers she carried.
āVery well, weāll do todayās practice of redundancy early then, shall we?ā She shrugged. She knew this wasnāt really going anywhere. āThere are a few locations that would be good if you want a water approach at all. The Boomers have moved their plane to Hidden Valley now that the Brotherhood is gone, andāā
She stopped, and frowned, her displeasure becoming plain. That one had been her decision. Sheād told them to use the location without even asking anyone. She didnāt care. The rumors about the Boomerās plane had gotten out. People would expect them from the North.
āShould I bother to continue? Regardless of what Iāve done to help the Legion, youāll ignore whatever I might suggest.ā She wasnāt sure why she even really cared. She didnāt want a position of power in the Legion. She was planning on going North while they fought at the Dam.
What she had done for the Legion? Her, above the blood and sweat that Caesar had poured into its creation; the amalgamation of tribes, of investing his life in something he believed in. And Lanius, given a purpose by the very man who headed the villainized patriarchy--who had given everything to Caesar in payment for offering some- thing to fight for. Even the condemned Malpais Legate, and the scheming Vulpes Inculta had done more for the Legion than her. Yet here she stood, moaning about her accomplishments and desiring recognition for them. It was with these very words rather than her evident discontent that formed and solidified Laniusā opinion of her.Ā
āYour purpose is to deliver information, not gripe and moan about your preconceived notions.ā Came a rumble of a response.Ā āIt is not your place to determine and interject, or filter information through a coloured lens that would be your opinions. I did not ask for bias and complaint, nor did Caesar ask you to deliver the information as such.ā She was not permanent--that much he could see by her lack of devotion and the displeasure in her features. His intrigue by her had been replaced with mistrust. Her information from thenceforth would be taken with a grain of salt and further reported. Enough of these games.
āYou may continue without complaint, or you are dismissed. If you wish for praise and attention, you will not find it with me, or within the Legion.ā













